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STATUS: When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!" 9 yrs ago
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When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!"
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Dark Eternity.... You are awesome because Mads Fucking Mikkelson! That is all...
*chuckles* Santa can love you if you are naughty too, you know...
Sounds good... Me? Your whooping boy? It's like you don't know me at all love...
Sounds good... Me? Your whooping boy? It's like you don't know me at all love...
*grins* You always have been deep in the naughty side when it came to Santa's list....
*nods* Trust me, I have been there, and done that lol...*hugs gently* But pushing it will only make the recovery process longer and, in my case specifically, may mean that you won't even fully recover...
My advice?(You didn't ask for it, I know *grins*) Do exercises that don't involve your arms at all. Kick the bags for a bit, if you need to, but the best I think are squat-jumps, situps, etc.... not running though.
Ouch... You should have your arm wrapped up for a couple weeks, and stop hitting punching bags for a bit, let it heal...
Oh, I didn't know that...
Oh, I didn't know that...
How's your day going, Kate?
And don't be too hard on JK... he is just a chicken, after all...
And don't be too hard on JK... he is just a chicken, after all...
Afternoon, peoples...
Jonathan - Hunter
Someone was talking to him. How annoying, he thought as he looked up, his eyes narrowing, licking his pale blue lips as he stood once more. The person that was addressing him was the Rich warrior woman that he had noted earlier, her eyes flashing with irritation at having been bunched with the others in his address. His lips peeled up in a sneer as he heard her question. It was naive in the extreme, seeing the world of darkness and light in the simple two shades of black and white, not seeing the interminable grey area that he currently inhabited. When it came to fighting, he knew, grey got men killed. When a man came charging at you with a spear, you couldn't contemplate whether this man had a wife or children, whether his reasoning in attacking you was just or not. If you did that, by the time you decided whether it was morally right to defend yourself, you would already be trying to slip your entrails back into your body.
So he couldn't blame her. Not really. If he was a warrior and not an assassin, he would be seeing the world in a similar fashion.
"Once I was a lamb, playing in a green field. Then the wolves came. Now I am an eagle and I fly in a different universe," He whispered the quote from a book that he had read in the church. It had been written by a priest who had become a warrior after his church had been burnt, his brothers slain and him tortured for weeks. Eventually, he had become one of the greatest fighters in history, a bladesman beyond compare. When the abbot of the church that he had served denied him sanctuary on holy ground, he was asked why he did not don the robes of his order once more, enter the church, and be allowed sanctuary, and he had said that. It was interesting, and very applicable.
"You mistake confidence for arrogance, young princess," He growled, standing again," But I will forgive you. The line is hard to see by those who lack the skill to have confidence," The statement was not made with a smile of glee, or as an insult. Merely statement of fact, and his face was deadpan as he delivered it," You do not want to know why I am here, nor how I will perform. The first I will not oblige you, the second will come in time. I am not the only one that has faced the darkness, no, but among us, I think I am the only one that has fought on both sides of the spectrum, if you take my meaning. Now speak to me of hiding, of arrogance, or hold your tongue on matters you know not of," He scowled at her, irritated that she had moved him out of his comfortable corner, and moved back into it with no intention of further baiting her for the moment. Any more and a fight might break out, and while the idea of being hunted by a king for brutally murdering his baby girl was appealing, the Church would not have it.
Someone was talking to him. How annoying, he thought as he looked up, his eyes narrowing, licking his pale blue lips as he stood once more. The person that was addressing him was the Rich warrior woman that he had noted earlier, her eyes flashing with irritation at having been bunched with the others in his address. His lips peeled up in a sneer as he heard her question. It was naive in the extreme, seeing the world of darkness and light in the simple two shades of black and white, not seeing the interminable grey area that he currently inhabited. When it came to fighting, he knew, grey got men killed. When a man came charging at you with a spear, you couldn't contemplate whether this man had a wife or children, whether his reasoning in attacking you was just or not. If you did that, by the time you decided whether it was morally right to defend yourself, you would already be trying to slip your entrails back into your body.
So he couldn't blame her. Not really. If he was a warrior and not an assassin, he would be seeing the world in a similar fashion.
"Once I was a lamb, playing in a green field. Then the wolves came. Now I am an eagle and I fly in a different universe," He whispered the quote from a book that he had read in the church. It had been written by a priest who had become a warrior after his church had been burnt, his brothers slain and him tortured for weeks. Eventually, he had become one of the greatest fighters in history, a bladesman beyond compare. When the abbot of the church that he had served denied him sanctuary on holy ground, he was asked why he did not don the robes of his order once more, enter the church, and be allowed sanctuary, and he had said that. It was interesting, and very applicable.
"You mistake confidence for arrogance, young princess," He growled, standing again," But I will forgive you. The line is hard to see by those who lack the skill to have confidence," The statement was not made with a smile of glee, or as an insult. Merely statement of fact, and his face was deadpan as he delivered it," You do not want to know why I am here, nor how I will perform. The first I will not oblige you, the second will come in time. I am not the only one that has faced the darkness, no, but among us, I think I am the only one that has fought on both sides of the spectrum, if you take my meaning. Now speak to me of hiding, of arrogance, or hold your tongue on matters you know not of," He scowled at her, irritated that she had moved him out of his comfortable corner, and moved back into it with no intention of further baiting her for the moment. Any more and a fight might break out, and while the idea of being hunted by a king for brutally murdering his baby girl was appealing, the Church would not have it.
Technically I am working... So I guess I am an entertainer...
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